Never ever going to be able to say "professional" ever again without thinking of one of cinema's all-time greatest line readings.
And I know Winslow didn't want anyone other than Phoenix to sing his songs but maybe Swan made some points because holy shit did that Frankenstein number go off
I wonder whether this is for Scottish-Americans what The Godfather is for Italian-Americans.
Oh, oh, oh my fucking god.
Let's talk about Martine Beswick. Let's talk about the first transformation sequence, in which Dr. Jekyll swallows his brilliant new hormone cocktail and is suddenly, swiftly, and totally transformed into the female persona of Sister Hyde. Her self-realization is gradual and you can trace every inch of it on her face as it appears; Beswick's performance is loaded with the smallest of smallest physiognomic tics. Everything about her is carried so carefully and deliberately,…
